The Small World of Whiskey

There's nothing like walking into a bar to meet a friend and thinking the man beside them looks oddly familiar, only to realize that it's a guy you blew off at a bar one night and have tried to avoid ever since. First response, order a shot. Second, pretend like you didn't act like an ass and laugh it off. (The second part of this plan would had probably worked better if after a long night of bar hopping an random rooftop shotguns, I didn't act like an ass again...)

Starting at the beloved Loft with beers and shots, we decided to hit the late happy hour at the OP or The Old Peculiar for all you unknowing kids. Seeing as the OP was where I originally met this guy, lets call him James, we figured it would be a funny full circle. James used to bartend there which is how we met and one night I decided to let him take me to a show. The details to the end of that night are unnecessary but lets just say, it ended with me making a fool of myself. Drinking merrily and swapping random horror stores of this industry we met up with some others and headed to a friends house to take part in the soon to be legal perks of being a Washingtonian.

So far so good. Shotgunning beers and poppin bottles on the rooftop of the building we were at we decided there was too much energy left in our systems so back to the OP it was. Once again, so far so good on the whole proving I really can hold my booze. After shutting down the bar and cajoling with the bartender who was only slightly bitter closing on Christmas (oh did I mention this was Christmas?) we ended up on the street to have our finals cigarettes before heading our seperate ways. My friend who I was with had reached the point of drunkness where one wrong word can trigger a fight and thats exactly what happened. Poor James got to spend his second time drinking with me throwing water on a cat fight in the middle of the street. Needless to say, I don't think my redemption round ended well. Happy Holidays.